that night on the cliffs had sparked something within the boy, drawing him from the hazy slump he’d struggled with since Tenshi’s illness. now, in place of that fatigue, there’s a burning desire to better himself, to make himself stronger for the pack. Hemlock is still new, after all, and Delphi will need as many fighters as she can get. the sky is overcast as Styrmir makes his way to through the plains, a biting chill in the air that barely penetrates his thick pelt. shifting restlessly, the boy fixes his gaze on the horizon and waits impatiently for an opponent to appear.

She had decided to stick around the central areas of Boreas. Feeling wishy washy about where she wanted her paws to land, Gem found herself closer to the east. Nearer to where her family was staying, somewhere in between Elysium and Obscura. Spring had sprung and the plains she found herself in were starting to come into bloom. A winding river served as her path as she allowed her paws to cool in the shallows along the muddy bank. From time to time, she can hear the warning hiss of serpents clue her in to where they hid, but she paid them no mind. As long as she stayed away and they stayed away, there would be no harm done. As she comes around a particularly large bend in the river, her heterochromatic eyes land upon a dark and stormy appearing figure. He seems, at least from her viewpoint, lost in thought and determined about something. Though she's not the most social of wolves out there, she does like helping others when she can. Approaching the boy with a relaxed posture and gentle smile, Gem barks in his direction. "Hello," she calls, tail swishing low between her legs. "Need help?" Gem asks as she stops at a respectable distance. Gem Klein